But the old goat didn't care a bit. He said it reminded him
of a pail of paste, and he ate the ice cream, and Nurse Jane Fuzzy-Wuzzy
got Jennie some more.
Then Flip-Flop and Uncle Wiggily did some of their tricks, and every one
said they were fine, and they thought it was the best party they had ever
been at.
But all of a sudden, just as they were playing the game called "Jump on
the piano, and play a queer tune," there came a knock at the door.
"Who's there?" asked Arabella Chick.
"I am," answered a voice, "and I want Uncle Wiggily Longears instantly! He
must come with me!" And they all looked from the window, and there stood a
big dog, dressed up like a soldier, and he had a gun with him. And he
wanted Uncle Wiggily to come out, and every one was frightened, for fear
he'd shoot the old gentleman rabbit.
But please don't you get alarmed. I wouldn't have that happen for worlds,
and in the next story, if I catch a fish in the milk bottle, and he
doesn't bite my finger, I'll tell you about Uncle Wiggily in a parade. And
it will be a Decoration Day story.
STORY VII
UNCLE WIGGILY IN A PARADE
Arabella Chick's party seemed to break up very suddenly when the guests
saw that soldier-dog with the gun waiting outside the door. Buddy Pigg
slipped out of a back window, and ran home with his tail behind him.
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